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Annoyances (Kypya Ootori X Reader)

Renge.

You absolutely loathed that girl. It had all started a very short while ago. You had simply been standing with your friends in Music Room #3, next to Kyoya, all of you watching Tamaki's continuous attempts to woo the newest addition to the club, Haruhi. A perfectly normal day in the Host Club, really.

That was, until, Haruhi had noticed the petite girl watching the group of you from behind the doorframe. Hikaru and Kaoru went to greet her, and Tamaki, always eager, was not far behind. You furrowed your brows, turning to Kyoya to ask if he knew who she was, until your attention was immediately drawn back to the door.

"No! Don't touch me, you're phony!" The dirty-blonde's shrill voice had rung out, making you flinch. She had proceeded to shower Tamaki in insults, almost bringing him to tears. The unanimous gasp from the host club was followed by the blonde teen throwing himself about dramatically, unable to believe that someone had called him a fake.

You had snickered from behind the hands you clasped to your mouth during all of this chaos, amused that this small female saying all of these things to the Host Club's "prince" seemed to take his ego down a few notches. Your muffled laughs earned you a raised eyebrow from Kyoya, but you continued despite the half-entertained, half-stern look he sent you from over the rims of his glasses.

And so, your chuckles went on until a deep voice spoke up.

"I don't suppose, you are..." The tall, attractive (that kimono somehow made him look even better) male next to you spoke.

"It's you! Kyoya!" The high pitched wail of the girl pierced through the air again. She ran over to where you stood with him, stomping on the collapsed form of Tamaki, and threw herself onto your dark-haired friend.

Who is this chick?! Why is she touching my-I mean, Kyoya?! You fumed, extremely jealous of this girl who now had her arms wrapped around the torso of the surprised male whom you had developed a crush on quite a while ago. Of course you hadn't confessed yet, but still! How dare she!

...

"Your fiancée?" Hikaru asked.

"Kyoya-senpai?" Kaoru questioned.

This girl, 'Renge Houshakuji, Kyoya's fiancée' your mind repeated her statement mockingly, was apparently betrothed to your crush.

Tamaki was sulking in the corner, upset that his friend hadn't told him, and you were doing no better than the blond, seething on the red loveseat across from the French girl.

The Host Club in its entirety stood behind the couch that Renge sat upon, trying to figure out what had made you so cross and Tamaki so upset. It seemed that they had just turned their attention to you before the girl parallel from you jumped up and began to blather on about how the romance between her and Kyoya was "a story of love at first sight."

Your arms were crossed over the pale yellow skirts of your uniform, and you sneered at the female who rambled on about things that Kyoya had done while with her.